I'll see you on the field." Paul hurried around the long curve of Elm Street toward Pearson's boarding-house, where the players were already gathering for luncheon.
He found Neil on the steps and dragged him off and down to the gate.
"It's all right," he said.

"I found him and asked him, and I wish I hadn't.

He was awfully cut up about it; seemed hurt to think I could suspect such a thing.

Though, really, I didn't quite suspect, you know." "I'm sorry we hurt his feelings," said Neil.

"It was a bit mean of me to suggest it." "He's going to stay for a while," went on Paul.